Page 39 of Stealing Daddy's Heart

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “You know I do.”

She strokes me slowly, her touch teasing and gentle. “Does it feel good, Daddy? Having your babygirl touch you like this?”

“So good, Skylar. But you know what I really want.” I'm rock-hard, my cock throbbing with need. I crave her mouth, her heat.

“I know, Daddy.” She leans in, her lips brushing my ear. “But I want to tease you first. Make you beg for it. Like you do to me.”

“You little minx,” I growl, my eyes closing as she tightens her grip. “You're playing with fire, babygirl.”

“I know, Daddy,” she purrs, her breath hot against my skin. “But I like it when you burn for me.”

I can't suppress my smile at her boldness. This feisty, passionate woman is mine, and I intend to keep her. “You're going to be the death of me, Skylar Bennett.”

“Not yet, Daddy,” she whispers, her fingers tightening around me. “I need you too much for that.”

I groan, my body thrumming with desire. “You need to stop, babygirl, or we won't make it out of this office.”

She chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “You don't want me, Daddy? Right here, right now?”

“God, you know how much I want you,” I admit, my voice hoarse and raw. “But we can't, not here. It's too risky.”

Her gaze darkens, desire smoldering in her eyes. “You started this, Daddy. Now I want to see how far you're willing to go.”

I clench my jaw, desire warring with restraint. “You know I want you, babygirl. But this isn't the time or place.”

She pouts, her lower lip jutting out in a way that makes my fingers itch to touch her, to remind her who she belongs to. “Why not, Daddy? We're alone. You even wedged the chair under the handle.”

I take a steadying breath, willing my body to calm”Because it's still risky. That chair won't hold forever if someone really wants to get in, and we'd be?—”

“So we'll be quick,” she interrupts, her voice husky and full of promise. “Let me take care of you, Daddy. Just for a few minutes.”

Her fingers dance along my belt, and my body responds, my cock throbbing with need. Damn, she knows what she does to me. I grit my teeth, fighting against the overwhelming urge to give in.

“Skylar, stop,” I warn, my voice strained.

With every ounce of willpower I possess, I step back, creating a necessary but painful distance between us.

“When I pulled you in here, it was to make sure you ate and took a breather. We've been distracted for far too long.”

Her eyes flash with disappointment, but there's a promise of more to come in her sultry smile. “But it was worth it, wasn't it, Daddy?”

“Always,” I agree, my voice husky. Then I add with a playful, yet authoritative tone, “But you don't want to get caught like this, do you, babygirl? The setup crew is waiting, and people are probably looking for you as we speak.”

Reluctantly, I release her, the loss of contact almost painful. “Come on, let's make you presentable again. Can't have you looking thoroughly debauched, can we?”

Skylar nods, adjusting her dress and smoothing the fabric over her curves. She looks incredible, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from my kisses. My mark is on her, and I want to keep her like this forever.

“Go show them what you're made of,” I say, brushing a soft kiss across her lips. “I'll be right here if you need me.”

I might be a bull in a china shop out there, but here with Skylar? I can do this. I can be what she needs, even if it means enduring a thousand more incomprehensible art pieces to keep her safe and happy.

Because Skylar? She's the masterpiece I've been waiting for all my life.

As we exit the office, the bustling energy of the exhibition hits us like a wave. Despite the sudden shift in atmosphere, my focus remains solely on Skylar. My babygirl. My everything.

As we're about to rejoin the fray, a hesitant voice breaks through the din behind us.

“Mr. Hayes?”

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